Against the flowered wall he pressed her hips. The night was freezing cold, but they were burning and burning, bodies almost glued, just a fucking short distance separating them. They wanted more, they were craving for less space between them, they were begging to become just one person, almost proving that the law of two bodies can't occupy the same space at the same time is totally a lie. Their lips were dancing and playing with each other like who-is-the-best and on that fight, there was no loser. They sweating in joy and danger, everything mixed and confused, so grateful of being there that at that moment the sky could fell and the world could end and everything that they had been through worth it. He wanted to.. Well. She didn't really know. But she, God, she wanted to run away with him and live all the fights, the kisses, the movie-nights, the make-up, the midnight talks, the arguments about who would wash the dishes, live everything that was being waited to be lived. The things that they never had a chance to do. That they will do. Somehow, she thought, she would be with him.